I AM GRATEFUL FOR....

cankles and my family. Not in that order.

It's Thanksgiving morning and Jeff and I are in the exact same spots we're always in--he's on his computer looking at HuffingtonPost.com and I'm on my computer....doing nothing. Except this. Not that this is nothing.

Yesterday I could feel the city getting all cozy and holiday-y. Which is possible even in Los Angeles and I felt like I wanted to DO SOME HOLIDAY ACTIVITY. Like birth a baby. Nothing says Holiday season like delivering a placenta for the Thanksgiving dinner table.

I have not baked anything since ever. Really--I cannot remember that last time I baked something. It was before the war. The Gulf War. And Jeff has kept me captive by always doing all the cooking and baking. (When he'd be gone at night-Zach and I would just wonder around the apartment wondering when we'd be fed again).

But I had a MOTHERING INSTINCT....it was amazing. It was like when I made sure I didn't fall into the tree stomach first. And my instinct was to BAKE. I looked up pumpkin cookies on Martha Stewart and it seemed possible. There were things mentioned like PARCHMENT PAPER and some thing that you use to squeeze the dough out in perfect little circles---but that's not how we role in the ghetto.

It took me 2 hours to make all the cookies. Lord. I could have watched a movie and eaten a pizza with that valuable time. And I ate 3 cookies immediately-I had to test each batch and then test one with icing opposed to without.

Everyday I wake up a little bummed because I want Leo to come. I danced around the apartment last night to try and help him out. And to help digest the cookie dough.

I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving today...Zach is in NYC hanging with some of his college friends for the weekend. We're vicariously living thru his texts and emails...it sounds like he's having an amazing time. And we're just watching movies--eating and talking about Leo.

FUN.


I swear we didn't pose the monkey like this...I just walked in and discovered him--(after Jeff screamed "you gotta come in here and see this!!"). It helped bring us back to deciding about circumsizing or not....